And then there were three...

Remember how we had those four birds? Remember that one time when Whitish escaped the cage and spent the day canoodling with beautiful blonde babes in the barbie dream mansion? Well, he finally did it. He busted out of the cage, chewed up half the screens in the sunroom/patio/playroom, and made a hole large enough to make his great escape. 

Ryan says he isn't that bummed. Isn't bummed at all actually. If I would have known he wouldn't care, maybe they all would have "escaped" a long time ago... Or not. I'm not brave enough to open that cage door and try to usher free flying birds out of the room. 

Farewell Whitish.

Introducing Ozlo Hop-hop Williams

Meet the newest member of our family: our bunny, Ozlo. It was a surprise birthday gift for my pet loving husband. 

Around Easter time, Ryan decided he's over his 4 year obsession with birds and he started talking about wanting a different animal. A dwarf bunny to be exact. He went around trying to talk other people into talking me into it. But my best friends down the street growing up had a pet bunny, Popcorn. It was big, had the most disgusting/stale smelling urine, and sharp claws that would scratch the crap out of you as it tried frantically to hop out of your arms if you tried to pick it up. I was flat out against it.

But as the 18th of April got closer and closer, I couldn't find anything else to get Ryan. To make matters worse, he always get the BEST gifts. Then I started thinking, bunnies are a lot quieter than birds. Their nails can be kept short. They don't have to be walked like a dog. They can't fly around your face and peck your eyes out. PLUS, my kids would love it. (I kinda love it too).

THEN, two days before his birthday, he decides he's over bunnies and really wants a pet chameleon. "It will be so much easier than a bunny! They don't shed! You don't have to clean it's poop! All you need is a 4 foot by 6 foot enclosure with the right plants and a heat lamp on 24/7." (Oh, is that all?) Then he proceeds to ask my princess-loving daughter, who's favorite princess is Rapunzel, "Do you want to get the SAME pet as Rapunzel?! We could even name it 'Pascal' just like the movie!!" He proceeds to go to the home of our friends who breed chameleons, and post a picture of himself wearing the biggest grin and a chameleon on his shoulder on instagram.

After basically telling him my big surprise, getting depressed because I can never make his birthday as special as he does for me (because HE always buys himself whatever he wants, even if it's 2 days before his birthday/christmas) I decided to keep it. We love it. Plus, it's cuter than a lizard.

Nesting

*image courtesy of flickr.com

I am currently deep in the throngs of nesting. My "Nesting To Do" list is filled with small to large home projects I would like to get done before this baby gets here. Many of them are somewhat unnecessary, but for some reason I feel like I HAVE to get them done NOW (i.e. re-paint my bedroom a better color). But, apparently I am not the only one nesting in this house. See for yourself...

Ugly little things aren't they? Ugly in a kinda cute way. Something interesting my bird nerd husband told me - the momma bird lays an egg every other day, then after sitting for 22 days, a baby hatches once every other day (in the order they were laid). Wouldn't it be nice only being pregnant for only 22 days? Then again, maybe not. If that were the case, I wouldn't have time to get everything done.

Pregnancy #2 - fun facts:

UNNECESSARY MUST DO NESTING PROJECTS:

Deep clean the grout in my shower - DONE

Deep clean the carpets

Organize all the closets - DONE

Install recessed lighting in living room & kitchen - DONE

Paint outside of patio door with chalkboard paint - DONE

Paint my bedroom

Move computer/office space into the living room - DONE

Re-upholster & paint vintage chair

Convert current office into "Wendy's Big Girl Princess Room" - working on it

Convert Wendy's current room into baby boy nursery - working on itGet Wendy to sleep in her big girl bedroom - DONE
Get Wendy off the pacifier

Potty train Wendy - DONE

Plan New Beginnings - DONE

Decide on a double stroller - DONE

Sell/just get rid of some of these stinkin' birds (really, they kinda smell) - DONE

Sell single jogging stroller, RockBand, & microphone on craigslist

Get new dinning chairs for kitchen table

Complete enough CE Units to renew my RDH license - DONE

Throw my husband a big 30th birthday party - DONE

Throw my daughter a little princess birthday party - DONE

Have Innocencia deep clean my house

Our New Pet Bird

Ryan: BABE!! COME OUT HERE! You have to see this!

Get-the-camera, get-the-camera, get-the-camera!

Me: What? What? What?

Ryan: LOOK what your daughter did!

Me: Oh my gosh, that is so cute.

Okay now Wendy, let's get out. It's nasty in there.

Wendy: Tweet, Tweet.

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Ryan & I laughed so hard we cried. But that just egged her on. She would NOT get out or stop saying "Tweet tweet!" I had to get her out of there though, because it really was nasty in there and I was worried Ryan might want to trade her in a week later for a different toddler the way he does with birds.

Oh NO he DIDN'T!

Guess who came home with a new bird?

And I actually really liked the last one. His name was "Kevin," by the way, and he was the prettiest bird we've had and probably will ever have. I loved his blue color with orange eyeliner and blue eyes. Not that I ever went so far as to hold or feed him or anything. He was just really pretty and Wendy & I used to talk to him when we were bored.

Kevin bit Ryan and just like that, Ryan was over him. Remember how Ryan got this bird as a baby and had to feed him formula through a syringe every 4 hours? You'd think he would have formed SOME kind of bond with it, acting as it's surrogate mother and all. Although I'm bummed, I figured the bird (whichever bird that may be) is Ryan's thing. So who am I to make him keep a mean bird just because I think it's prettier than all the rest? Right?

Meet Anthony. "Tony" for short. "Home wrecker" for long.